I almost feel guilty for what I'm about to do so soon after her funeral, but I can afford this. So: Instead of Mom throwing me out of the house at age 16 after finding Shannon in my bed; I’ll remember her throwing me a Sweet 16. My Fix Chaperone suggests modifying that conversion camp into a family cruise. In contrast to what actually happened at the wedding, now I'll remember Mom's toast welcoming us into the family. It's not that I'm not sad she's gone—I’m just ensuring the woman I recall is better than the one who actually died.